Pavarotti al dente

 

Pavarotti

We just finished dinner. My pasta was a bit too al dente, my salad a bit droopy, but we ate and grabbed the bag of chocolate chips. Then we headed for the TV and to our version of excitement:  Antiques Roadshow.

But, heaven of heaven we were a little early for Antiques Roadshow and caught the end of a program on Pavarotti.

It seems most always our poor lives are gifted with so little of perfection; notes by Mozart, maybe, a painting by Cezanne, an old silk Kashan underfoot, and ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, there’s Pavarotti.

For a moment, we reveled in the purely sublime.


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